What is Goodbye...afterall?

What is goodbye afterall...if only it had to be just said, but not felt in the heart...when the memories drown you every now and then, making you vulnerable.

What is goodbye afterall...if you touch your scars and feel the pain again and again, like they are still fresh.

What is goodbye afterall...if your tears flow, eventhough times have crossed bridges of months and years.

What is goodbye afterall...when you try all the while to live, but die each day remembering them whom you love.

What is goodbye afterall...when you never think it would end so soon, that your mind keeps hanging in confusion.

What is goodbye afterall...when you remember them, each time you touch something you both shared.

What is goodbye afterall...when your playlist is full of their favourite songs, and you put them in loop, listening to each with tears in your eyes.

What is goodbye afterall...when the silence is full of their whisperings and, loneliness full of their memories.

What is goodbye afterall...when each day you promise to move on, only to realise you just can't walk a step, without them anymore.

What is goodbye afterall...when you cannot speak a word but want to empty your heart like a pitcher, splashing all that you are holding in.

What is goodbye afterall...when you realise your smiles are now fake, you cannot laugh at a joke anymore, but start sobbing.

What is goodbye afterall...when you are still in love with them but cannot tell them this.

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The Dusk is leaving...

The Dusk is leaving...
Probably for a distant stroll...
Heaving a sigh over...
Looking back at the day...

The dusk is leaving...
May be to have some time alone...
Thinking about its youth...
Slowing down near the pool...

The dusk is leaving...
Igniting some dying sparks...
Buried deep in night's heart...

The dusk I leaving...
It's footprints in the golden sands...
Falling in heaps, in time's land...

The dusk is leaving...
The day will soon end...
But where'll be dusk then?

May be in rhyming winds...
Those accompanying...
The elongated shadows...

May be in the heart of night...
Where it falls asleep...
Still murmuring...
At the day's events...
Long and tired some...

The nest of silence...
Healing its burning wounds...
Caressing it to emerge soon...

As the day will rise again...
The dusk will too...
Not to leave...

But to depart at the juncture...

Of day and night...

Where real love exists...
Thrown open to the naked eyes...
Not hidden behind any doors...
Departing to dwell in eyes...
Like an unforgettable dream...

Of paradise beautiful...

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Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel...

You talk to me...

Through the silence...

Of unspoken words...

Confusing me...
Beyond my understanding..

But my heart ...

It understands ...

What you never said...

But meant always...

An unending stream of love...

Through eyes that only see you smile..

And those words that echo now and then

In the void of silence between us...

©. Ravinder kaur 

11th Jan.2016

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An empty heart...

I broke the glass of words today...

In the room filled with silence...

It shattered on the floor crushing away...

Some voices, some dreams I say...

On the floor, I see some tears...

Weeping away the words you spoke...

Some anger burning my words...

May be they are now free to smoke...

Some giggles like ripples...

Rise above like invisible...

Some whispers, tremble...

Echoing to fade forever...

Some moments as if quiet...

See me and my plight...

I kneel on my knees...

Wiping the dust I see...

Simple glass was this...

Was once full of dreams...

Now lay shattered pieces...

Nothing left but an empty heart...

©. Ravinder Kaur 16/12/15

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Whisper of the Silence.....

The winds blew with a heavy heart.....

Like running away with rolling tears....





At last the sun was waving a kiss...

Him, the night was going to miss.....





Did anyone see what the wind kept to herself?

Or ignore its broken self?





A faith, a hope, shattered today....

The wound it caused never happened in a day...





The howling wind made its voice heard....

In the den, it entered with a heart burnt...



Why should she talk in whispers?

In the grave of forbidden silences?



Nobody consoled her broken heart.....

She melted in her own arms.....



Away with its silent mourns,

It spread it wings on the weary charms....



The dusk settled and it started its cries....

The howl grew louder in wintery nights....



The trees hang down  their faces in shame.....

When her elbow rustles with leaves in pain.....



The whispers went unnoticed with times.....

Sometimes loud, fiery with lightening clouds.....



Her anger grew higher and sobbing decreased.....

When at last she punished the culprit in sleep.....



No one knows when she had her revenge.....

Why then she still whispers intense???



Is it the sadness, she can no longer hold?

Or is it the love, she had but never told?





I begin to sympathize with her whispers in cold.....

Whenever she whispers, I try to console.....



The silent nights move ahead in times....

Still at nights, she whispers her cries....





Still those whispers........

In those silent nights......

Silent Dusk.......

Silent
is the dusk......

When darkness sets its arms to touch.......



The orange
shadows of its pleasure ......

 Left in the east to set in the
west.........



And still beholding the loneliness..... 

Which stops at bay
in a silent melody.......



In this silence...... 

When night falls in love with the dusk.....



Reaching to hug it near the shores......

And whispers in it's ears ......



The moment they meet......

Is only this.......



For dusk reunites with the dark......

And celebrate happily the day's end.....



Dusk meets itself 

mirroring the darkness within...



Holding in arms the night like a bride......

kissing it after day's bright light.....



Night dances until it is weak.....

And on its knees, it comes with ease.....



Leaving the dusk on one end.....

It says goodbye for another hunt......



Dusk remains in the bed......

Till evening chants its name again.....



And when it wakes only to hold.....

The night and say goodbye at last.....

T B C Picture Prompt 1: Trapped by Temptation.....

She was an adorable daughter and obedient one too. Her father gave her everything she needed except one thing, the mirror that hung on the wall. It always attracted her but, her father always warned her to stay away from it. And every time the reason was an untold silence. One day she was alone at home and that was when she decided to look into the mysterious mirror which was the source of her curiosity.



She went closer to it and saw her own reflection in it, finding absurd to be kept away from it for so long. The border was so intricately decorated of gold that she touched it and felt the glass with her bare hands.Suddenly she could sense that her hand can pass through that glass.



The vision cleared and she found her hand touching an apple. She tried to hold it but it was still far from her reach. She moved forward and held that apple. Suddenly, two large hands gripped her hands tightly and pulled her inside. She was sitting and panting in horror. She found herself on the other side of the mirror.She stood up and started to go back through the mirror but the glass hardened and now she could not return.

        



Now she realised that her temptation trapped her in the world, where she never belonged but now will belong ever......